Royally Not Ready(90)

“Sitting down,” I answer.

“Lilly, your seat is right here.” He pats his lap.

“Please, you expect me to sit on your lap during breakfast?”

“I don’t expect it, Lilly. I require it.” He tugs on my hand and forces me onto his lap. His arm loops around my waist, holding me in place.

“I thought you were only the king in the bedroom?” I say with a smile.

“I am, but you’ll respect my rules and requests outside of the bedroom as well, which reminds me . . .” He slips his hand past the waistband of my pants and cups my ass. “Mmm, good girl. No underwear.”

“Don’t need underwear at breakfast,” I say.

But he doesn’t answer. Instead, he stares at his plate, unmoving.

Confused, I ask, “What’s wrong?”

When he looks up at me, the devil plays in his eyes. “I can’t decide if I want eggs for breakfast or your cunt.”

My mouth goes dry and I try to remain calm as I say, “Maybe both?”

“Great idea. The moment I finish these eggs, your pussy is mine.” He then picks up his fork, stabs one whole egg, and places it in his mouth, leaving only one left on the plate.

Oh God.





To say Keller likes to perform oral is an understatement.

The man lives for it.

After scarfing down his second egg, he pushed our plates away, laid me across the table, and pulled down my pants. He then lapped at my clit for about a minute before I was screaming out his name.

From there, I sat back down on his lap, his very hard lap, and I finished my breakfast while he slid his hands under my shirt and played with my nipples. By the time I finished, I was so turned on that I begged him to finish me off, which he did by pushing me back on the table again and making me get off on his tongue. Again.

While I lay spent on the table, he cleaned up, the whole time his cock straining in his sweatpants. When he was finished, he scooped me up and took me up the stairs to the bathroom, where he set me in the shower and took my shirt off.

He joined me, his erection pressing against my back while he wet us with the showerhead, my back to his front. His hands caressed every inch of my body, playing mainly with my breasts, and then between my legs, which he told me to spread for him. And that’s when he put the showerhead on the pulse setting and pressed it against my clit. As my orgasm ripped through me, he held me up at the waist.

When we got dressed, he slipped me into one of his T-shirts and that was it, nothing else, claiming he wanted access to me whenever he desired. And while I sat on his bed, watching him dry off, his cock so impossibly hard I couldn’t understand how he could move around, he did nothing to ease his discomfort. He simply slipped on a pair of shorts, and that was it.

When I reached for his erection, he told me I was not to touch him.

I argued with him, telling him I wanted to make him come, which only spurred him on to pick me up, pin me against the wall, and finger me until I was on edge. He tossed me to the bed, spread my legs once more, and made me come on his tongue.

Now that I was utterly spent and unable to walk, he scooped me up, brought me back down to the living room and sat me on the couch to show me his woodworking skills, but I couldn’t pay attention, not with his erection in full frame. Wanting to entice him, I sat back on the couch and spread my legs.

I thought that would do the job, but it didn’t, not until I brought my hand between my legs and started pleasuring myself. That’s what made him snap. Across from me, he pulled his cock out and stroked himself, his eyes on my hand the entire time. I slid my finger along my clit, really drawing out the sensation of my piercing, and within minutes, Keller was groaning and falling back on the couch as he came all over his stomach.

I took it upon myself to clean him up.

And now that his erection is gone, I can concentrate.

Thank God. What a morning.

Keller comes back into the room, his muscles still tense from the buildup he endured this morning, and sits next to me on the couch.

Pulling my chin toward him, he lays a desperate kiss on my lips but releases me almost right away.

I groan as a plea. “What was that for?” I ask.

“No more enticing me.”

“Enticing you?” I ask. “Uh, I have done nothing. You’re the one who’s getting all handsy. I’m trying to be a good student.”

“Widening your legs so I can see your addicting pussy isn’t enticing?”

“Well, you see, I couldn’t stop staring at your dick, therefore, I had to do something about it. It’s all your fault. If you’d just taken care of your erection, then we wouldn’t have had a misstep during wood carving.”

“You’re turning this around on me?”

“Uh, yeah, Mr. Walks Around With An Erection. Who does that? Just jack off, or better yet, fuck me, and then we both win.”

“Have you ever heard of delayed gratification?”

“Yes, but, Keller, you were so hard.”

“I’m aware, Lilly. But I’ll come when I want to come, understood?”

“Yes . . . my King.”

“Good.” He scoots back on the couch and spreads his legs. “Now sit between my legs and bring your wood so I can help you.”

“Bring your wood.” I chuckle. “Shouldn’t I be saying that to you?”